"With that out of the way, all I need to do now is talk to the farmers and have them grow these," Ling Yue traversed the vast green fields, patches of various crops stretching from rice crops to fruit trees like apples. Her steps carried a hint of spring, an energy that seemed to have vanished.
Ling Yue arrived at the farm overseer's tent, a modest structure on slightly elevated ground, a couple of tables adorned with papers that rustled but stayed in place, having been securely fastened. Some papers lay scattered or were held down by substantial paperweights.
From the tent emerged a group of individuals, some wearing tattered rags, others slightly better off in their ragged attire. It was difficult to discern whether the main figure had a naturally tan complexion or if it resulted from his hair color closely matching the tone of his skin.
